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sneakystorms · 13 days

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When i think about the messed up ways people treat sharing art online i always end up thinking about thank yous. Like when a youtuber takes the time to thank their audience, not for financial support or even for sharing the video with friends but just "my last video got more views than any previous, thank you guys so much" and so on like...

I KNOW it's so minor and most of the time it probably comes down to courtesy and ingrained social ritual but in the context of the insanely toxic mindset yt and other content sharing platforms encourage in their creatives... The idea that watching your video is a FAVOUR or service that I'm doing you out of kindness rather than something i watched for the selfish purpose of enjoying it..... It doesn't sit well with me....

And i do realise that especially on a small scale communities are way more pleasant to be in if there is a level of "I'll give this person's work the time of the day because i want them to feel good" type mentality. But content sharing platforms usually encourage chasing interaction for its own sake and once you get into that mindset if you're thinking about it in terms of "more interaction = people being nice to me / less interaction= people being mean to me" you're just gonna have such a bad time. And really it morphs into a kind of entitlement where artists feel wronged if a piece of theirs doesn't "do well".

Idk i guess i recognise the value of ppl taking a bit of responsibility for the happiness of others in their community or even that of total strangers but still i just hate it when things that are supposed to be done for your own fun are turned into things you do for other people to make them feel better. The flipside of this btw (as in another thing which is super minor and probably has more to do with preexisting rules of courtesy than anything specific about social media but which is still indicative of an unhealthy way to view making and sharing and consuming art) is when artists feel the need to apologise for not sharing enough content for whatever reason. As if they're obligated to do so for their audience's sake

#s #i just get super pressed about the effect introducing the element of obligation has on activities that r supposed to be for fun #similar to how i think that a lot of the time art would be bettered by the removal of the financial incentive #like idk in my head sharing art online is this beautiful symbiosis of creator and audience #you wanted to make this art because i brings you joy. i want to consume it bc it brings me joy. why do we need to ad responsibility to it #but then i GUESSSSS i'm willing to acknowledge that for many artists getting eyeballs on their art and getting enthusiastic feedback #is what makes the act of sharing their art worthwhile. i GUESS i get that #just as long as we dont treat it as a favour someone is doing us ok. please.#I wouldn't want to think ppl are only interacting with my art out of a sense of obligation anyway! so i try not to encourage this attitude!

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starspaceace · 3 months

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i feel like this year has been me mere moments from a breakdown except for that one day where i did have a panic attack ✌️😗

#thought too hard about my job and how i hate it #and also how i’ve lived my whole life in my hometown and what if i grow up and die here without being anywhere else #etc etc etc yknow the almost 25 blues i guesssss #and my brain keeps going back to hey remember like 3 weeks ago when you had that panic attack breakdown. remember how you were feeling :)#like cool i’m trying to just like chill but thanks i’ll think about that fee #anyways. i’m at work hate my job got too much time on my hands to think #carley talks

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citruslullabies · 1 month

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I guesssss I can be nice and give you guys some content

Dogday x reader: what ifs...

Dogday probably on more than one occasion wished he was human so you guys could be a normal couple instead of what you guys are now.

He wishes that you guys could go on proper dates, and get legally married. Maybe even have or adopt a kid of your own.

It's a constant thing that buzzes in his head and he just wonders: what if... He was still a human?

He wonders if you guys would've met, and if you did, what would you think of him? Would you think any less of him?

Or... Would you find him more attractive? Surely more charming, given different circumstances of you two meeting each other rather than well, y'know.

He would actually have time to woo you and not be worried about the both of you fucking dying, which he is so glad neither of you did.

But he also wonders... What if you two had gotten married and he was human?

What would the venue look like, the reception? Would it be anything fancy? Probably not but still. He would wonder what theme you'd want the wedding to be, what flowers you'd want there. What music.

He wonders what kind of wedding bands you two would agree on, knowing full well he'd be okay with whatever you'd decide.

He wonders... What kind of dress/suit would you wear? Although he didn't really care about that part, knowing you'd be beautiful in whatever you wore.

He wonders what kind of cake you two would have. Maybe red velvet with beautiful white frosting and an edible picture of the both of you after he proposed, and beautiful light pink flowers made out of frosting on the side of the tiers.

But.. he also wonders, where would he propose? How would he propose? That's an important aspect as it would lead to the wedding.

He would like to think that he would've proposed to you when you guys were alone. He doesn't like the idea of having peoples eyes on both of you but that could also be because of how long he was isolated.

Maybe in a park when it was late, walking through the forest behind it and dropping to one knee next to the lake and proposing. Taking a picture of the both of you together since you were both bawling your eyes out.

Dogday wonders about these things a lot.

He wonders if you would be happier if he was human, how things could be better. How maybe you guys could own a house together and have/adopt a kid.

But he has you in his current life, and he's happy with that. There's no reason to dwell on what could've been when things are fine the way they are.

Dogday, who is your loyal lover and would die for you...

Would often look at you and think "what if.."

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime x reader #dogday #dogday poppy playtime #dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #poppy’s playtime x reader #poppys playtime #poppy playtime dogday #poppy playtime chapter three #poppy playtime chapter 3

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yourebeingsilly · 8 months

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I was thinking about the fact that we saw the “Good Omens” book in Aziraphale’s bookshop when Jim was sorting books

so my new headcanon is that in every Good Omens universe every other version of Good Omens exists as a medium. like, in the Book Omens universe the radio drama and the series are a thing; in Radio Omens there are the series and the book. and the musical, of course, there’s always that

I’m absolutely sure it’s always Crowley who’s behind this. he does that just for a laugh. and then he comes to Aziraphale, shows what he’s created to him and goes, “GUESSSSS WHAT”

and every time the funniest thing Crowley comes up with is the movie script. Aziraphale is so pissed in every universe. it never fails to make Crowley laugh

#yet there is no universe based on the script since that one never made it to screens #I don’t want it to be more than a joke in any form possible #good omens #book omens #radio omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable in every universe

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 4 months

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Guesssss who’s tipsy af off of some good ass wine and has filthy thoughts to share with you all?

Sooooo let’s start with Jakey, shall we?

18+ below the cutttt

Jake leaning over your body, two fingers deep in your dripping cunt, while his thumb plays with your clit. He’s bound and determined to make you cum for the third time.

“I want it.” Jake growls right into your ear. “I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping out of the palm of my hand.”

All you can do is suck in shaky, heaving breaths from the pain and the pleasure. That’s okay though, because all he wants is for his own words to fill the air; feeding you filthy praises and other obscenities while you lay there and look pretty, coming undone over and over again from his fingers.

“Fuck, look at you. You look so pretty like this, my sweet girl.” Jake croons, voice low and gravely. His fingers hook into that sweet spot just right and he smiles, watching your mouth drop open as another orgasm takes over. “You love to give me just what I want huh? Yeah… Of course you do. You always do. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

#h word hours at sparrow’s place #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #gvf smut #jake gvf

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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10 more asks! Thank you!! :}} 🦴

@canonickero

Ah yes, the red lipped batfish. Quite the specimen indeed XD

Also thank you! I'm glad to hear that so many people like Spidercrab!! :DD 💖💖

@minnesotamedic186

Tumblr mobile man. Ya love to hate it :/

@couchwow

Hello Nore! :00

@beryl-shade

Hmm.. good question. I hadn't really considered it. :0

I guesssss... Spidercrab..? No, maybe Cuttlefish? Or Tuna..? I don't actually know, I neglected to make any of the crew the "crafty/buildy/inventor" type- D:

Thank you so much! :DD I'm glad you like what I've made! :}}}

As for the questions, I currently have a boat load of time on my hands and nothing better to do soo.. answer as many asks as possible I shall do! :}

And thank you, I'm hoping I feel better soon too. 💔

XD she might say "I only got ONE bruh, and it's BIBI" XDD

@solst1ce-sketches

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THIS IS ALL SO SWEET THANK YOUUU!! 😭😭💞✨💞😭

I didn't intend for them to be, no <:0 they're just "hair" I suppose!

That's a complicated question..

Bowser is "evil" in most definitions of the word. And Bowser raised his kids to have a lot of his ideologies and opinions. So that would make them "evil" too..

But Bowser chooses to be this way and the Koopalings were raised to be this way. So can they really be called evil..? 🤔

Other than the "Weller man" song.. I don't know of any. I don't even know if the Weller man song is a shanty- 😅

As for the crew, I'm sure at least Louis, Seafoam and Pinwheel know of some/sing them on occasion :0

#my response #cookie run #cookie run Kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #super Mario bros #fnaf security breach

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syringesyrup · 11 months

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Swissdew first kiss? Idk if you’ve written that before or not buuuuuuuttttttt hey?

don’t ever ask me for swissdew ever again i’m crazier than all of you

warning for uh. suggestive shit i guesssss idk Old Men Ghoul Yaoi.

A lot of crazy shit happens in Dewdrop’s life.

Being pulled from the pits of Hell, playing in some Earth band because apparently it’s what the man downstairs wants, having his entire biology changed and set aflame. See? Crazy shit.

And he takes it. He takes all of it. Each hammer to his side, each beat down. He somehow always manages to get back up at the end of it all, no matter how much it fucking sucks.

What he can’t seem to take is the living and breathing pain in his ass that is the new ghoul. A multi ghoul, because that’s a thing that exists, who has not shut his mouth since he crawled out of the summoning circle that was not meant for him. The Clergy found use of him, of course, no matter how hesitant the Cardinal was at the sight of a ghoul who was far too powerful. The question was if it was even safe to have a ghoul with such unstable magic be in front of humans. Not that taking risks was something they didn’t do.

The worst part? The most excruciating and aggravating part of it all?

Dewdrop likes him. He can’t get enough of him.

He’s insanely funny. He’s always clever with his jokes, crafting them so quickly and ensuring a laugh from everyone in the room. His confidence with each jest only makes him funnier. He even gets Sister Imperator to laugh. What a rare sight. It pisses him off when all his little comments make Dew crack a smile. He has to turn his head away each time, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him smile at such a dumb joke.

Not to mention his talent. For some reason, he just knows how to play every single instrument that is thrown at him. He nearly beat Mountain’s drums to death on his first week. His voice, gravelly and angelic, makes Dew’s heart falter each time he sings so beautifully into a mic or just casually. His fingers are careful, playing each note on a guitar perfectly. It drives Dew up the wall with how good he is at it. How skilled his fingers are. Dew grows curious with that realization. He thinks about it a lot. More than he should.

And he’s so, so fucking hot.

His arms drive Dew nuts. Thick and strong enough to do all the things Dew would ask of him. His shoulders, his fucking shoulders. Broad and built to handle the weight of a guitar for hours. His chest doesn’t help Dew get much sleep at night either. It’s unnecessarily bold and melts down into the pudge of his stomach. Sue him, but Dew has a thing for tummies. A place where he can bury his face and fall fast asleep against the warmth. He wonders if Swiss’ stomach holds a heat, like a fire ghoul pillow. The thought of it makes Dew purr and get red in the face. And, oh Lucifer, his ass. It’s nothing like what Rain has packing, but it’s enough to make Dew stare long enough that Swiss has definitely caught him. Dew has stared at what he has packing in the front, too. He’s seen the way Swiss’ pants hug him tightly up there. It makes Dew’s mouth water, the thought of him between Swiss’ legs just sucking greedily on his-

“Earth to Dewdrop. Are you reading me?”

Dew jolts up. He doesn’t even remember where he was or what he was supposed to be doing. He takes a step back and blinks, registering the rest of his bandmates staring at him. Right. Practice.

“There you are.” Copia smiles. “Everything okay?” He’s far too kind for Dew’s liking. It almost seems malicious.

Dew nods’ gripping his guitar and strumming a bit. “Sorry. Where are we?”

“Just starting Con Clavi.” Copia says, fumbling with the microphone in his gloved hand. “Rain was just about to start for us.”

Dew nods. “Right. Okay.”

Copia stares for a moment longer, worry in his eyes before he turns to Rain and gestures vaguely. The water ghoul nods before adjusting his shoulders and beginning to strum on his bass. Dew misses when it was his turn to play this song. When it was his song.

He lets his eyes flicker a bit too far, landing on Swiss.

He’s smiling at Dew.

No, he’s grinning. He adjusts his guitar in front of him, reeling up to push his hips into it. Dew swallows hard, watching as the multi ghoul grinds into his guitar with a dark haze in his eyes that just won’t leave Dew’s own.

When Swiss flicks his tongue out of his mouth and licks at his fang, Dew has to look away before he forgets how to even play guitar.

“Distracted today?” Swiss asks him as they all file out of the practice room. “Feeling okay?”

“Fine.” Dew mumbles, attempting to weave his way through the crowd of ghouls and away from Swiss before he loses his composure. He almost makes his way in front of Cirrus before a large hand wraps around his wrist, holding him back.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Swiss laughs. “What’s the rush?”

“I have…things to do.” Dew lies through his teeth. He’s trying not to lose his mind due to the realization that Swiss’ entire hand wraps around Dew’s wrist so easily. His fingers are touching his palm. His stupid big ass hands that Dew wants inside of him-

“Hopefully things means sleep. You look sick, spitfire.” Swiss observes, leaning down to get a better look at Dew’s red face. “Can fire ghouls get fevers?”

“I’m fine.” Dew grumbles, pushing himself away from Swiss. The rest of the band has already turned the corner, leaving the two of them alone at the end of the hall. “Stop touching me.”

“Sorry.” Swiss frowns, retracting away from Dew. “Seriously. Get some rest.” Swiss says before stepping around Dew.

He’s free. He’s finally free from how close Swiss just was. He’s free from what could have been a disaster. He almost wants to smile at the relief he feels. He takes in a deep breath, and wow, he can breathe.

He’s a fool. No, he’s a fucking idiot. When does he ever catch a break.

Swiss’ hand collides with his ass, a meaningless gesture. Dew clearly does not expect it or else he would have stopped himself from moaning at it.

It gets deafeningly quiet after that.

Dew’s hands slap over his mouth and he leans down, eyes wide as he stares at the floor. Anywhere that isn’t Swiss’ face. He watches the multi stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn, staring down at Dew with impossibly wide eyes.

Dew wants to die.

“No way.” Swiss says. “No fucking way.”

“Sh-shut up. Please, shut up.” Dew mumbles, taking a step back to escape. Futile. Swiss is already grabbing his wrists and rendering him useless. Dew bites the inside of his cheek as he watches his large hands hold him still. Dew wants more. He wants his hands everywhere. On him, inside of him. Just everywhere.

“Dewdrop, what was that?” Swiss asks, and Dew can fucking hear the smile in his voice. Dew shakes his head as he continues to look down. He’s in so much trouble if he looks Swiss in the eyes right now.

“Dewww.” Swiss coos, his voice laced with venom. “What was that?”

“You scared me.” Dew tries. “I was startled. Shut up.”

“Uh-huh.” Swiss grins. “I’m sure.”

“Let me go.” Dew whispers. He can feel his body heat rising. This is far too dangerous for the both of them.

“Oh, I don’t think you want me to.” Swiss says. Dew, who didn’t think he could possibly embarrass himself any further, whines at Swiss’ words. He hears Swiss’ breath hitch at it, surprising the both of them.

“I stand corrected.” Swiss laughs. “I knew it.”

Then, Dew makes the worst mistake of all time.

He looks at Swiss.

“Oh, fuck.”

He’s so much better up close. Dew can see the way his pupils flex in his eyes as he studies Dew. The way his freckles dust across his face like stars. The curl of his hair and his beard, curling up at the base of his curved horns. The light that sparkles off of his piercings. Dew looks at his lip ring and swallows hard. He wonders how that would feel. Swiss opens his mouth to laugh and Dew stares at the black ball on his tongue. Oh, now that. That must feel good.

“I knew you wanted me.” Swiss grins. “I could fucking smell it on you, ya know? Cinnamon works well for you.”

Dew swallows again despite how dry his throat is right now. He parts his lips, stuttering as he tries to find the words he knows his brain possesses. Swiss laughs lowly as he watches Dew struggle.

“C’mon. Use your words, sweetheart.” Swiss coos, making Dew’s knees feel like they’re not there anymore. He reaches up slowly, gripping at the loops of Swiss’ belt tightly and tugging.

“Trying.” Dew mumbles, slipping his eyes shut as he breathes shakily. “I’m trying.”

“You got it.” Swiss soothes, moving a hand up to rest on the back of Dew’s neck. The spikes there instinctively perk up to no avail. Swiss holds them down, safe from any damage they may cause.

Dew shakes his head. He can’t do this. This is stupid. This is horrible and cliché and he can’t think-

“Please.” Is all Dew can muster. It’s the only word he can even remember right now. Well. Besides the multi ghoul’s name. His knees finally buckle when Swiss pushes on the back of his neck, craning his head up as Swiss moves in.

“Again.” Swiss whispers, just an inch from his face. “I want you to mean it.”

“Please, please, please.” Dew begs, holding onto Swiss like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. Swiss growls, actually fucking growls, before yanking Dew up and smashing their lips together.

Dew moans into his mouth, hot with need and cries of please and Swiss with each small part of their lips. Swiss wastes no time with it either, already pushing his tongue in and pressing the black metal ball against Dew’s own. It makes Dew choke for a moment before he bathes in it. Bathes in the way Swiss tastes like hot smoke and candy, the little strawberry wrapped ones that he was given by Copia when his newly summoned tastebuds were ablaze.

Swiss hooks an arm around his waist, pushing him back against a door as he fumbles to open it. They fall back into it, stumbling into the closet before Swiss kicks the door shut behind them. Dew hears supplies clatter behind him as Swiss pushes him against the shelf, his hands digging under Dew’s shirt as he moves up to grab at his chest. Dew winces when he hooks a claw through one of the rings on his nipple and tugs slightly. Swiss hums, smiling down at Dew in the limited lighting of the closet.

“You like that, huh?” Swiss grins. Dew nods, lips parted as he pants a ‘uh-huh’. His hair is a mess now, his bun slowly coming loose from having his head rubbed against the wall. Swiss smiles at him before slowly leaning closer, his lips ghosting over Dew’s neck. Dew shudders, his hands gripping at Swiss’ arms as he feels Swiss smile against his neck. Dew can’t help the noise that escapes him when Swiss runs his tongue across Dew’s skin, his fangs poking slightly into the sensitive skin there. Swiss smiles against his skin again, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest before he moves his hand down to undo his belt. The sound of it makes Dew buck his hips up, grinding on Swiss’ thigh that has found its way in between Dew’s legs. Swiss only laughs as he moves up to growl in Dew’s ear, leaving the fire ghoul shaking.

“Let’s see what else you like.”

#my art #ghost bc #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #multi ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #sodo ghoul #fire ghoul #yeah fuck all of u #esp ricky

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spilledbeans116 · 1 year

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Happy saiyan day everyone! To celebrate, I did a little self insert x Vegeta one-shot fic! I’m planning on doing one for Broly, Goku, and maybe even Raditz too! :)

Not sure if I’ll have the others done by tonight, but I wanted to share the Vegeta one with you all. The reader’s gender is not mentioned and they aren’t described so you can be you in all of them. Hope you enjoy!

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Saiyan Day • Vegeta x Reader • 838 Words

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“What the hell are you doing?” Vegeta grumbled, crossing his arms and coming to a stop in the doorway to lean against the doorframe. He was in dark blue sweatpants and a casual gray t-shirt, having just woken up from his nap. Well nap was used lightly as he had been out for close to 14 hours after a week long training session with Goku. You, on the other hand, were dressed nicely; your favorite semi-casual clothes causing the prince to raise an eyebrow. “Why are you dressed up?”

You were currently finishing setting your kitchen table with a white tablecloth, plates, napkins, and utensils. A small vase sat in the middle, with a red rose and a candle beside it, and you smiled as you set down two wine glasses. “It’s saiyan day. Since you ‘don’t remember’ your birthday, we have to celebrate something.”

You could see his nose crinkle up a bit as he processed your words, those expressive eyebrows of his as dramatic as always as they furrowed. “The hell do you mean it’s saiyan day? As if your species even knows mine exists.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you shrugged, making your way back into the kitchen. “But the date sort of sounds like ‘saiyan’ if you shorten it, right?”

He rolled his eyes, “you’re grasping at straws.”

“I suppose,” you replied, beginning to stir at some mushrooms and onions on the stove. “But I’m doing it nonetheless.” You tapped the spoon against the pan three times before reducing the heat of the stovetop. You turned on the oven light, squatting down to check how the steaks and baked potatoes were finishing up. “Why are you up already anyway? I thought you’d sleep a little longer?”

He walked into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps echoing slightly around the room. “I smelled something cooking and assumed someone broke in. When do you ever cook anything?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, “I’m surprised you haven’t burned the whole place down yet.”

“Interesting words coming from a man who couldn’t figure out the microwave,” you laughed, standing again and turning to face him.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” He snapped, turning away and pouting.

You giggled a bit and slid on some oven mitts before pulling the pan the steaks and potatoes were on out, shutting the oven off after and placing them on the stovetop carefully. “My point still stands, my prince.”

He blushed at that and took a moment to pause before speaking again. “Did you invite Kakarot as well? Broly?”

You placed your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow. “I said we’re celebrating you, dummy. I know you don’t like large groups, and I can’t imagine you sharing a day with Goku of all people.”

He simply nodded.

You could feel the smile creep up onto your face as you poured the mushrooms and onions into a bowl. “I meannnn if you want them here I guesssss I could-“

“No,” he said quickly, clearing his throat. “No, this is good. You were right the first time.”

“Perfect!” You grinned, beginning to make him a plate. “I made you four steaks, but I have more in the fridge if you want me to heat them up; it’ll only take a minute.”

“Four is fine,” he said, coming up behind you and kissing your shoulder. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he pressed his forehead to the back of your neck and ran his hands over your hips. “I still don’t understand why you felt the need to do this.”

“Well, you do a lot for me; hell you do a lot for the whole planet,” you laughed softly. “You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count, you help out around the house, keep our friends safe… I wanted to try to return the favor, just a little bit.”

“Thank you.” He went quiet after that, the both of you standing in silence for a few minutes. When he spoke again it was barely a whisper, the deepness of his hushed tone sending a shiver down your spine. “I… love you.”

You could feel the warmth spread across your face as you turned to face him. “I love you too, Vegeta.” You kissed him quickly, causing him to freeze up once more as he was left in shock. “Now go change!” You grinned, turning him around and pushing him out of the kitchen. “I polished your chestplate and boots and everything for this! Enjoy it!”

“Y-you and your damned sneak attacks!” He stuttered, flustered to all hell. He sounded annoyed, but you knew otherwise. He loved you more than he’d ever be able to put into words, and you knew and understood that. You loved him and he loved you, and that’s all you needed to feel at peace. Random day of the year or not, he deserved to feel as special as he made you feel everyday simply by being with him.

#Vegeta #DBZ #vegeta x reader #saiyan day #goku #Raditz #Broly #dragon ball z #dbz fanfiction #DBZ one shot #dbz self insert

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britany1997 · 9 months

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Dancing King

It’s the way I was so mad at myself for accidentally posting this when I meant to save it as a draft😭

Ofc I can do this for you bestie!!!! Hope you have an amazing birthday! And I usually do make these pretty personal so it’ll be tailored to you:) (which means that while I usually write the TLB boys to be turned in their 20s, David and Star will have been turned at 17 for the purpose of this fic)

David x Webs & Star x Webs (he/they pronouns used) @gothamslostboy

You and your girlfriend were free spirits, the kind of people who could never sit still. Whenever a song came on, the two of you couldn’t help your feet from tapping and your bodies from swaying. You and Star could dance the entire night away.

The two of you frequented dance clubs, parties, beach bonfires, concerts, anywhere you could move your feet.

You always brought your boyfriend along too, there was just one problem.

David didn’t dance.

In all the time you’d been dating him, the most you’d get was a nod of his head or a small sway of his shoulders.

When you would grab Star’s hand and take the floor, David would give you a small wave from his place at the bar, watching, but never joining.

Your happy place may have been under a spotlight, his was on a barstool with a glass of whiskey.

You promised him it didn’t bother you, and for the most part that was true. You liked that David was a little different than you and Star, he grounded you.

But sometimes, you’d wonder what it would be like to see David let go and move to the music. You imagined taking his hand in yours, pressing your chest against his and swaying together.

But David didn’t dance so you were satisfied to keep that dream to yourself.

You stumbled towards the entrance to the cave excitedly, almost tripping over you own feet in your rush to see your partners.

Your friends had done an amazing job at making you feel special all day, but the night was for Star and David. They’d promised you they’d put together a surprise you’d “absolutely love.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s gonna mean so much to him, he’ll love it,” you heard Star’s reassuring words as you shimmied down the ladder.

“I’ll love what?” you asked as you strolled into the cave’s main alcove.

“Baby!” Star exclaimed as she ran up to engulf you in a tight hug. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her in close.

“Happy birthday handsome,” David said with a smirk as he came up behind the two of you.

“My turn?” he asked Star.

She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes but smiling as she pulled away, “I guesssss.”

You pulled David into your chest and kissed his cheek.

“Hey!” Your head snapped to see Star with her hands on her hips, though a joking smile played on her lips, “I didn’t get a kiss!”

Your lips turned up into a bright smile, “I’ve got kisses for everyone,” you promised as you pressed your lips to her cheek.

When the kissing, blushing and giggling died down, you put your hands up “ok, ok, what’s this surprise I’ve been hearing about?”

Star turned to David, “you wanna tell them?”

David smiled softly, “you go ahead,” he said as he pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.

Star beamed before pulling three tickets out of the envelope. “Platinum ABBA is playing at the boardwalk tonight, and we’ve got tickets at the barricade!”

You gasped, Platinum ABBA was the best ABBA cover band. You were touched by their thoughtful gift, tears began to well in the corners of your eyes.

“Thank you both, I- I love it,” you gushed as you wrapped an arm around each of them and pulled them in for a hug.

“We knew you would,” Star smiled as she squeezed your side.

After awhile David pulled back, “alright alright, enough with the touchy feely stuff, we’ve gotta get going.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as David ushered you both out of the cave. Your smile turned to a smirk when his hand slid into yours.

Though your spots at the front were a little tight, the venue was big enough and Platinum ABBA was niche enough that you still had ample dancing room.

As the band began to play Chiquitita, you and Star swayed to the beat, twirling and twisting around. David watched the two of you laugh and swing with admiration. Though dancing wasn’t really his thing, he loved to see you happy.

Each song was the same, you and Star totally lost in the music, and David observing nearby.

Until the last song of the night.

A smile stretched across your face as you heard the familiar intro to Dancing Queen. Before you could take Star’s hands in yours, David offered you his.

You gasped as you looked up to see his flushed face. “May I uh,” he cleared his throat, “may I have this dance.”

Your heart melted. “Of course,” you told him as you laced your fingers with his. The two of you swayed somewhat awkwardly through the first verse, while Star clapped to the beat in encouragement.

When the chorus hit, all three of you clasped hands and spun around together, singing along to the words of the song.

You are the dancing “KING,” Star and David yelled with you over the sound of the music.

Young and free only seventeen

Dancing “KING,”

Feel the beat from the tambourine…

You heart felt full as you shouted the lyrics and swayed until your voice had evaporated and your feet felt as if they could fall right off.

When the concert ended, the three of you walked back to David’s bike.

“Thought you didn’t dance,” you teased.

David chuckled, “for you? I’d do anything.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face.

“So,” Star began, as she rested her head on your shoulder, “what do you think? Good birthday?”

You smirked, “I’m having the time of my life.”

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lukecvntstellan · 2 days

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do you reckon u could do a leo x reader fluff plsss 🙏

a/n: this is the first time i've written anything ____ x reader in a LOOONNNGGGGG time... forgive me if i'm rusty. don't be tooo mean i'll probably sob idk

improper grammar probably (not proofread) and written in all lowercase because i dont feel like capitalizing

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hurt/comfort with leo valdez x reader i guesssss

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leo had been down on himself recently. him and his significant other had been together almost a year now. as of late he had been locking himself in bunker nine, away from his friends and s/o.

leo had been drowning himself in work, alone in bunker 9, as an excuse for his loneliness. over his music he hears the door swing open, he looks up expecting to see his s/o, but is instead greeted by one of his best friends, piper mclean.

"hey, leo. we noticed you've been spending a lot of time in here... is everything okay?"

the question he knew was coming, but had been dreading.

leo unplugged his radio before saying, "yeah, piper, i've been great. just working on a big project!" trying to feign excitement over his project, which in reality was a pile of scrap metal on his desk that he wasn't quite sure what to do with.

"i'm sorry, but you're the most social out of our friend group? locking yourself in here for days is unusual. y/n has been worried about you. you haven't even spoken to them?"

"okay piper. i'm sorry. okay? i just don't know what to say. you're the only person i've opened up to before. i'm scared y/n would leave me if they knew what was happening. i can't tell them. being with me is already hard enough, i don't need to add on additional burden with the nightmares i've been having..."

despite being "closer" with jason, leo had only ever talked about his feelings with piper before. jason already had enough of his own problems, and never really noticed when leo was going through something.

ever since leo was claimed by his father he had been told by multiple people that he was fated to always be the outsider, never have a place, always the seventh wheel. those words echo through his mind constantly, never ending. because of this, having an s/o was hard. thoughts of "do i deserve this?" "are they going to leave me?" and "am i good enough for them?" were always cycling through his mind.

piper's voice cut through leo's thoughts, "i'm not the one you should be apologizing to. i think you need to talk to them. they're worried about you. do you want to tell me what's been happening first though?"

"do you remember a few months ago i told you about the dreams i had, with hera in them?"

"oh gods.. they're back?"

"yeah... i haven't been sleeping to avoid them. but now i'm so tired and i want to sleep. but i'm scared."

piper moved to give leo a quick hug. "i'm sorry that the dreams are back. i'm gonna get y/n to come talk to you. okay?"

"thanks beauty queen." (**LEOS NORMAL NICKNAME FOR HER IN THE BOOKS**)

as piper was leaving leo walked over to the bed he had made for his late nights in bunker nine, preparing for a conversation he did not want to have.

emotions weren't leo's strong suit. he always tried to be funny and cool to distract from any emotional issues that were happening. no amount of jokes could hide the dark circles under his eyes and his unbrushed hair. he looked rough.

the door opened, and y/n walked in and sat down next to leo. running their hand through his unkempt curls they asked, "are you okay, what's going on? i'm worried about you."

leo laid down, his head in y/n's lap, and their hands gently playing with his hair.

"my dreams have been really bad recently. i haven't been sleeping to avoid them. i'm so tired. i haven't been able to finish any project i've started. i can't do anything right-" leo pointed to the haphazard pile of junk on his desk.

tears started to form, leo tried to blink them away, to no success.

"i guess i've always been insecure? i've been told by hera and nemesis that i'm meant to be this outsider with no role and will always be alone and now i just feel like i don't deserve you. and all my dreams lately have just been those same words on repeat. hera standing there telling me that i'm always going to be the seventh wheel. i'm never going to find my place. i can't take it anymore."

y/n pressed a light kiss to his forehead while contemplating their words.

"leo. you realize that isn't true, right? you DO deserve me. you're not an outsider either, you have a place in our friend group. everyone there loves you. and I love you-"

"love me? you haven't said that before"

"i've been thinking it for a while"

leo couldn't hide the smile that was taking over his face. "really? i love you too, actually, i love you more." he sat up and tackled y/n down on the bed in a hug. "you can't ever leave me now, you're trapped here!" leo said through a laugh.

"you know, i wouldn't dream of it."

"i mean, you probably will. the demigod dreams go kinda crazy."

"you know what i meant, stupid."

"WHAT! you think i'm stupid?" leo protested.

"no. i didn't mean it like that and you know it."

leo shut up after that. being in the arms of his partner after not sleeping for days was making the sleepiness overwhelming. y/n noticed leo drifting off, running their hands through his hair and whispering soft "i love you's" and other sweet nothings.

this was the first night of no nightmares in a week for him :)

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this is ASSS bc i wrote it at mostly 4am and i dont proofread. the concept is there, the execution isn't.

i love leo i think he deserves some comfort in his life PLEASE

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #riordanverse #hoo #leo pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #leo hoo

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tinytinybumblebee · 9 months

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Cans we get Toki Wartooth agere hcs? :3

Heck yes!!!!!

- just a little guuuy!! Mostly regresses anywhere between 1 to 4 years old♡

- still has a huge obsession with building model planes or anything that lets him use his hands and be creative! This is truly the easiest way to keep Toki from toddling around, hand him one of these bad boys

And you'll have the most still Toki. Though, make sure he doesn't have to leave his building unfinished, he will pout and fuss!

- Has the cutest covers for his insulin pump/dexcom (it has lil clowns and fishies!) It helps him feel less scared of having to do level checks (big Toki can do it like a champ! But, tiny Toki has a biiit of hesitancy)

- Will sleep in someone else's bed. It's that, or he'll be crying until Pickles or Skwis sleepily comes to him and falls asleep with him in Toki's bed xD The lil guy just really doesn't like sleeping alone, even with nightlights, white noise machine, he needs to know he's safe in someone else's arms ;w;

- Murderface tries to be the uber cool big brother who knows alllll the neat stories and tells Toki all his hairscheme ideas. Toki of course is just a lil guy and latches onto what Murderface says (of course, Nathan and Pickles have to step in like "Hooo-kay we are not letting Toki try out your latest invention, Murderface" xD)

- Toki, is definitely that baby brother who follows Skwis everywhere! Always wanting to join Skwis, very much a monkey see, monkey do. It annoys Skwis soooo much because he's got the baby chewing on his guitars and fancy blankets!! Pickles is just like, "Awe, he just likes ya Skwis, probably thinks you're real cool." (Which, flatters Skwis. So he guessssses he can stand this xD)

- Loooves to tell stories through his plushies (sometimes they're,,, incredibly graphic and gore filled, but hey, kid is very traumatized and is a death metal guitarist, what can you expect?)

- Definitely still believes in Santa, Easter Bunny, and all those folklore/holiday characters (if anyone tells him they're not real, he'll just pout and say "Proves it!!" Which, I mean, technically, you can't prove it either way, so, just let him have his fun)

- Wants to be held like 9/10 times, Nathan is the strongest, so you'll routinely see him just working on lyrics while Toki is hooked around him like a little kola on his mama ;w;

- Monster High dolls. He loves 'em and definitely would have a big collection of them!

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #toki wartooth #metalocalypse

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missamyrisa2 · 3 months

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Though it’s taken a moment to gain the courage to say, I’ve absolutely adored your teases and stories so much. I love how loving, inclusive, and thoughtful they are while being extremely tickle hot.

your teases and stories definitely haven’t fueled certain fantasies of mine. Especially not ones involving delicate teasing and tickling of my navel…or yours…maybe both if I’m being honest.

Awwww you are soooo sweeeeet~!! I'm sooo glad you're here and you found that courage~ I definitely understand, honestly I'm still super shy about sending anyone asks and rarely do it though I'm always wanting to send them~!

Anyyyywayyy you can just tell me alll about your ticklehot thoughtsss~ why that tingly soft sensation at your twitching cuuute bellybutton? That's just my stiff white swan's feather yesss~ she's sooo adept at getting riiight in there ~ let's get down to businessss~ to find your giggles, hun~ I'll hold you nice and snug around your side like sooo~ and the little soft feather tip can dip innnnn and outttt~ do with me darling, breathe innnnn and tickle tickle tickle~ and ouuuut~ my myyyy you are a squirmer huhh? What was it you were saying about fantasies? Let's here all about that ~ tell me, tell me now ~ tell me a reallll cuteee ticklehot thought you have while I squeeze your side and tease your bouncy navel with my feather~

Oooh you can do better than thattt~ I think you're holding back~ you being a sandbagging snickerpuss? Sandbag, what a funnnyy word huh~ what a kerfuffle we have here! Like a realll shenanigan~ maybe I'll just have a hoootenanny on your tummm with my lipssss~ yeahh you're getting raspberries for christmas! What, it's not Christmas? Well every day is ticklish belly dayyy and today's the day for theyyyy~!! bbbbzzzzttt~ thereee you gooo and ooh yesss kisses riight on your button and one on each sideee and liiiight rubby thumbs on your outer bellyy of coursee~ we need to get these spotsss this is your workout noww~ belly yoga for youuu~!

And now that you're gooood and gigglyyy~ and we have these cute lip printssss let's seee how you do with my blushyy brusshh~ mmhmm come on now~ into tickle mama's lap~ we're gonna inspect that tummy yes we are. No no noooo you aren't covering that up noooope nooope~ mmh mmm~ just relax darlingg~ now, this miiight tickle ~ why I do believe that's my cute sparkly handle blush brush twirling on this particularly bad spot to the side of your navel~ and what about the rim? Mmm? The navel rim? Coochie coooo~ let's just circle round and roundddd blushy blushyyy~ you can bounce and sweetly giggle like that allll you wanttt~ it's not stooopping~!!

There there sweetieee it was only ticklesss ~ awww I knoww I know you saw my navel the whole time didn't youuu~ you loveee tummy buttonsss and mine has been here just soooo ticklish the whole time~ wellll I don't normallyyyy do this buttt because you're such a lovely gigglerrr I guesssss I'll show you somethinggg~ see mmh I'm kindaa ridiculously ticklishhh! and I love to tease with my worst spots exposed when I tickle~ ghhh okayy okayyy you took to my feather a littttle too quickly noww I'm a litttle panicked and oookayyyy okay oakyokayokayyyy!! That's my navel that's mmmyy gigglebutton and you're pressing it lightly and that's nnh maybe what buttons are for but you don't have to keep demonstrating we know it's ticklisssshh justttt just just justtttt clouds on my horizon bring me the horizon getttttt offf thatttt mmmhh nnonono you don't need the blush brush tooo you're overburdened you have to drop one I'm dyiiinggg no not reallyy just an expressssion but also yes I am I'm too ticklish for this stop teassssing meeee it's your turn nowww you get all the turnsss okay okayyyy okay that's mmmh the hot spot that's a spottttt~!!<3

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